My Pop

My pop was in the army
He was head chef but still learnt to fight
He owned his own restaurant and cooked over night
He made the best food
He was always in the mood
My pop had a hat that was brown and old
He had a medal that was shiny and gold
He had straight brown hair
My pop was always there to care
He had eyes that were bright and blue
There was nothing that he couldn't do
He had dyslexia and no one knew
He had never done anything wrong
My family really miss him now that he is gone
I wish he was here with me as part of my family